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Inside the Bin
By Songster
05 April 2005

reply from the Bin Thing.


Inside the Bin

I came here from a far off land,
from a forgotten place;
I wandered long, a lonely
last remnant of my race.

I stayed among the shadows
and kept well out of sight,
scared people might reject me
or dogs might take a bite

My body's soft and tender,
I need some kind of shell,
the sort of thing a crab has
that could protect me well.

The things I found were all too big,
or too much of a squeeze,
but now I‘ve found the very thing
I fit into with ease.

I simply opened up the lid
and clambered into it
and, to my great delight, I found
it was a perfect fit.

I travel in my new found shell
on nice nocturnal jaunts
to old familiar places where
I visit favourite haunts.

I wait until the dead of night
when everyone's asleep,
using my arms to push along
I trundle down the street.

No one has told me to move on
and I'm surprised to find
the people here are feeding me -
they are so very kind.

I'm so delighted with my shell
I think that soon I should
be able to make friends here,
and settle down for good.

They've made me feel so welcome
that it will only be
polite to pay a visit -
and invite them round for tea.

They've made me feel so welcome
that it will only be
polite to pay a visit -
and invite them round for tea.

Reviews
nice alter ego
Written by kevinrobson71 (42 comments posted) 4th April 2005
of the other poem

Written by nascent (106 comments posted) 4th April 2005
A great follow up. 
 
I can see the bin lid raised just enough to allow his long arms to reach over the sides and touch his knuckles on the ground. His eyes peer out from the pitch darkness inside the bin.
Off Topic - a true story
Written by PaulMcDermott ( comments posted) 7th April 2005
Lved the feel of this! Perfect for a chld's imagination. 
 
Many years ago, we visited my in-laws in a small village in Sweden. 
They had at the time a full grown Norwegian Forest Cat (now long moved up to the Hevyside Layer :cry )  
Late evening, loud commotion utside back door. 
Dash to investigae: cat sits on step licking BLOOD (not his) from paws. Bin overturned, bloody trail of FOX prints leading off in the snow ..... 8)

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